"Like what?"
"Like you make something automatic. Put the probe, measure the baseline, test started, boooommmm measurement done,"
Then I feel scared.
I always imagine things.
Since child—
People always laughing over my imagination.
People tend to shake their head to disagree.
People that simply didn't trust me.
So I felt uneasy revealing my imagination.
"Well, I imagine a lot. Forget about it,"
I tried to dismiss the conversation, knowing that it will go nowhere, creating all the memories that hurt—
That somehow will repeat again.
"Hey, never say never,"
I laughed.
"I will forward you feedback!"
And I stopped laughing,
Frowning upon every line he replied, and I read again and again.
He must be joking, I guess.
But—
It did wake me up.
Until when?
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